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Nancy Dees Jun 2015
I felt like I was swimming in a thick water, unable to surface no matter how much I tried. Drifting in and out of consciousness as I paddled, my haze interrupted by vivid dreams and less tangible oddities from the world around my hospital bed.
There was my mother, standing in a field of tall grass, laughing and beckoning for me to come and play. At one point I felt the hospital bed beneath my still body and I could smell my sister's favourite chicken soup as if she was sitting beside me and waiting for me to eat it.
And there he was.
He wasn't with me in the water, but I could feel him near the edge of the water. He wanted me to come out, but I didn't know how to.
As I let myself drift in the current, I could smell his special scent and wished I could just follow it. I could hear his voice;
"Please come back to me"
The love I felt for him swelled in my heart, making me buoyant in the water as I tried to move closer to him, deliberately pushing at the thickness around me with tired and heavy limbs. The water slowly began to thin, becoming less fluid and feather-light, like a cool breeze.
More of a short-story/dream thing rather than poem.
Nancy Dees Jun 2015
He sits lonely by our stream
But it passes him by
Having given life, love, and happiness
It now has nothing left to give him
So he slipped in
And minutes later
He gave himself away to the darkness that circled him
Nancy Dees Jun 2015
Rugged body hunches,
Impression of a humpback,
Spit blood more than saliva,
Straighten posture to reveal
Ghastly mold of ribcage,
Bones poke at the dermis,
Gasp, prickling oxygen,
Pierces respiratory system,
Flinch to agonizing pain
An hour of spasms at the most,
Wounds deemed trivial,
Famed hers walk around
To stitch the prized emblems
Nancy Dees Jun 2015
Mattress shifts,
Body stirs,
Rousing aromas,
Sizzling bacon,
Roasting ham,
Toasting bread,
Chase scents,
Passed portraits,
Peculiar lady,
No eyebrows,
Oak table,
Four plates,
Polished utensils,
Before meal,
Daily stretching,
Muscle bulge,
Pumping blood,
Refreshing air,
Lake preserves,
Stilled water,
Bouncing beams,
Admiration disrupted,
Distant beeping,
Labored breathing,
Hazy glimpses,
Smudgy edges,
Finally spot,
Collapsing machine,
Tangling cords
Nancy Dees Jun 2015
To hug, to kiss
To laugh, to cry
To shake hands, to say goodbye
To greet, to smile
To meet up with new people
To chat, to ignore
To open up the once closed door
To love, to hate
To give a gift, or to take away
To stay inside, or go out to play.

To sit next to you, to stand in your arms
  for when I'm with you, I'm safe from harm
If I'm left alone, or with everyone here
If we're miles apart, or side-by-side
I will love you forever
  Because I am *forever yours
Nancy Dees Jun 2015
If only I could be
   in your arms
   one last time
   even though I haven't gotten the chance to be there much.
If only I could tell you
   just one more time
   how much I
   truly do love you
  Jan 2015 Nancy Dees
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     ...is a fragile little thing,
     that most tend to overlook.
     Small word with a **** big meaning.
     Some may uphold it; some may
     conveniently have it mistook...

Trust...
     ...is in the grasp of the unknown
     stranger,
     that helps you up when you've fallen
     down.

Trust...
     ...is the pact between you and the cab
     driver,
     as he takes you to where you want to
     be, across town.

Trust...
     ...the bough on which your swing does
     sit.
     Pray that it doesn't break as you enjoy
     its joyous ride.

Trust...
     ...your cook, hoping in your food he
     doesn't spit...
     Especially when you've provided
     feedback that scuffed his pride.

Trust...
     ...lays exposed when the keys to your
     house you surrender,
     to your neighbour who'd keep an eye
     while you're away on a retreat.

Trust...
     ...exists latent in the open palm of your
     caregiver...
     As a child you'd take his hand so he'd
     ferry you safely across the street.

Trust...
     ...is the unspoken oath that I had thought
     we both held sacred...
     When I spilled the contents, my heart
     couldn't bear much longer.

Trust...
     ...meant nothing when you took it all for
     granted,
     when you weakened and succumbed...
     ...and then shared with another...
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